Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Perfect Piece of Bacon

This morning I made and ate the perfect piece of bacon. Crisp, but not burnt. Cooled, but not cold. Salty, but not too salty.

Thinking about it makes me warm inside.


Also this morning: the City came and finished cutting down the big old (dead) tree in front of our place. Bye bye big old (dead) tree! I miss you already.